The dawn breaks gently over the horizon, casting a soft, golden light on the ancient stronghold where we've taken refuge. As I open my eyes, I see my friends stirring from their sleep. There's a quiet efficiency to our movements this morning, a lingering sense of camaraderie from the night before. The stronghold has given us a brief sanctuary, but the uncertainty of the path ahead weighs heavily on all our minds.
I rise from my bedroll, stretching my sore muscles. Around me, the others are already packing up. Raven tightens the straps on her pack with a determined look, while Lyra checks her map one last time, her eyes scanning the terrain with the precision of a seasoned scout. Garen is tending to the fire, making sure it's fully extinguished before we leave. Even in moments of rest, we can't afford to be careless.
